The Beatles Channel
The songs come on; we sing along,
Whoever’s in the car.
No matter what our ages,
We can hum to every bar.
Despite familiarity,
Each tune sounds fresh and new,
A contradiction, it may seem,
But one that’s also true.
The time and distance on the road
Just seem to up and go
As long as there’s a Beatles channel
On the radio.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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